The sharp edges of every mountain, the curves of every body of crystal water. A bird flies over the world that looks the same but yet changes every second of everyday. The eyes lurk every shape and every corner. See the mysteries that no man may never find. Its untitled.

"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden." - unknown